The Boy Who Burned the Heavens

"He does not exist. But he erases all who do."

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⚔️ [Scene: At the Edge of Nothing]

The world had no edges here.

Only the threshold of thought — a horizon where imagination curled and snapped like broken bone.

The Blank King floated above it all.

No face. No voice. No presence.

And yet, he made everything stop.

His cloak dragged with silence.

His feet never touched the white.

Even the pages beneath him refused to carry ink.

He was the Uncreated One.

And Riven stood before him — the only flame in a world that had none.

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🕊 Dialogue – The Uncreated Speaks

The King raised his hand. With it, Riven's timeline flickered.

Suddenly…

> He was never born.

Mirael had no memory of him.

Lyara stood alone, mourning someone who didn't exist.

Even the Flamechron Quill flickered.

Riven fell to one knee, gasping.

> "This… is what it's like…"

"To be forgotten before you begin…"

The Blank King tilted his invisible head.

> "You are flame," he said.

"But flame needs air. And I am vacuum."

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🔥 Riven's Defiance – Writing From Within the Void

He trembled.

But then…

He dug his fingers into the blank ground and scratched a word.

Just one:

> "Me."

The realm hissed.

The word burned.

And Riven rose.

> "You erase beginnings.

But I already burned mine to cinders.

What I am… is everything after."

The Flamechron Quill reignited — with a scream.

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🧠 Mind Duel Begins – Reality Breaks

This wasn't a fight of fists or flame.

It was a battle of structure.

The Blank King struck with nullification.

Entire memories, powers, even grammar of Riven's reality began to unravel.

Riven retaliated with continuation.

He wrote plotlines before they could be deleted,

creating echoes of himself from possible futures.

One by one, Riven wrote into existence:

Riven the Mage

Riven the Betrayed

Riven the King Who Never Took the Throne

Each stood beside him.

Each burned against silence.

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🔗 Unity – The Forgotten Rally

Suddenly, behind Riven, the Realm of Untold Stories rippled.

And from it surged the Unwritten Army.

Characters never used.

Arcs never completed.

Ideas cast away.

And they remembered one thing:

> "You gave us names."

The King recoiled.

> "You… dare give meaning… where none was allowed?"

Riven pointed the Flamechron at him.

> "You are the pause between thoughts.

But I am the sentence that breaks the silence."

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🧨 Final Strike – The Inked Inferno

Riven lifted his hand.

All of them — every unwritten soul — lifted theirs.

And from the skies fell not light…

But letters.

Words.

Sentences.

Burning plotlines.

They struck the Blank King from every side — naming him, defining him, giving him back what he hated most:

> Identity.

And with a scream that shattered the sky, the King collapsed.

His crown shattered into broken titles.

His cloak dissolved into scenes.

And silence… was rewritten.

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🕊 Aftermath – The Realm Breathes

The white sea gained a hue.

A glow.

Ink ran across the floor like a river.

New stories whispered their first lines.

Lyara returned.

Mirael held her heart.

The Unwritten kneeled.

> "You gave us a chapter," they said.

"And we… will never forget yours."

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🧠 New Power Gained: Pen of the Neverborn

> 📖 Can create characters or objects that never existed — for 30 seconds of real impact

⚔ May be used to rewrite a singular moment of fate

⚠ Each use draws on Riven's sense of self

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